Bizzy Bone Marchin` On Washington Lyrics

Marchin` On Washington Lyrics

Bizzy (admist gunfire 

and explosions): 

It's time to give up the ghost. [Yo, what the f**k 

is this nigga?] Give up the ghost. [Shit, niggas 

can't even get it on nowadays!] 

Niggas probably think we crazy up in this 

muthaf**ka. Ha ha ha! I got my mob up in this 

muthaf**ka [My cousins fightin' my 

cousins.], oh and they are ready for war! Let me 

hear my regime, make some muthaf**kin' noise! [My 

brother fightin' my 

muthaf**ka sista.] It's a war going on 

in the Universe against good and evil. [and my daddy 

. . .] 

[Regime 

roars.] 

Niggas don't give a f**k out here, boy. It's a war 

goin' on out here, you ain't knowin'. Can I smoke, 

smoke? Can I smoke? I tell 

you, it's a war goin' on out here. It's good and 

evil, man. That's just my camouflage, muthaf**ka. 

 
You boys is off the hook. 


Bizzy 1: 

It's a war goin on and my dogs is raw, nigga look in 

your rearview and tell me what you saw. I seen this 

bulletproof nigga with his 

hand on his gun. I said nigga, you push the 

gas and somebody run. We all scatter from the 

chit-chat, bang . . . 


Bizzy 2: 

You think I'm high nigga, you got me f**ked up. I'm 

lookin' through your eyes, nigga, and I'm so tough as 

f**k, coughin' daily. 

Nigga, look the same popped comet comin' at you? 

Who's gonna stop it? I say we droppin' these 

hits--straight platinum, can you 

hack it? Hell yeah, I've been rappin' since you was 

goin' on, now what's happenin'? Run DMC, can you 

walk this way? Hell 

naw, nigga, but I can sure pull 

my pistol and pop you, stupid muthaf**ka.